I'm feeling slightly overwhelmed by the amount of photographs I have taken lately! This time of year turns the garden in to a whole new kind of paradise that I will ne'er tire of, will never lose
my appreciation for, no matter how many times I photograph it. I feel as if it were my duty to recognise, capture and preserve it in my own little way: the bluebells, the apple blossoms, the rhododendrons, wild garlic, wisteria hanging in boughs above walls and houses. I shall organise it in to parts, and will record as best I can before everything comes away for the next season.
Over the hill and far away... here I have found a great wonderland of bluebells, completely secluded from, and a secret to, the rest of the garden, even to the deer. It belongs solely to the noisy selection of bees, and cabbage whites, that frequent the place. The carpet of blue is thick and lush, untouched and glorious. The bluebells, together in their number, give off a honey like scent, mixed with the warm smell of the earth. I love how the petals of little flower heads are curled at the ends, like tiny fairy skirts, unctuous shades of blue and indigo, white and violet.
We'll kneel amongst the flowers and watch bumblebees and honey bees fall clumsily from flower to flower around us, basking in the sun and listening to their sweet hum. Moss collects on our clothes and comes away shrivelled on our fingertips. The balmy breeze turns, and cabbage whites and orange tips come out from nowhere, flitting together and apart.
The trees, the flowers, the mayflies, butterflies, bees, all giddy with May's sweet syrup, enjoying the sunshine, milking the day for all its worth. They are hungry and dancing in their secluded den and not for a moment will they notice that we're here. Under the softly blowing canopies of trees do we watch the world go by and relish our freedom.
What do you think about my little virtual garden tour? Do stay tuned for the next in the series, where you are invited in to the orchard with Oscar and I for apple blossoms! I will bid farewell, for it is at this point that I go and lose myself in the bluebells and retreat to a land of elves ♡